I hope he will ask you to meet--" She recoiled from the bare idea of an invitation.
"Will you hear what I want to tell you ?" she said earnestly.

"You may alter your opinion if you know what I have been foolish enough to do, when you saw me go to the other side of the cottage." "Dear Cristel, I know what I owe to your kind interest in me on that occasion!" Before I could say a word of apology for having wronged her by my suspicions, she insisted on an explanation of what I had just said.
"Did he mention it in his letter ?" she asked.
I owned that I had obtained my information in this way.

And I declared that he had expressed his admiration of her, and his belief in her, in terms which made it a subject of regret to me not to be able to show what he had written.
Cristel forgot her fear of our being interrupted.

Her dismay expressed itself in a cry that rang through the wood.
"You even believe in his letter ?" she exclaimed.

"Mr.Gerard! His writing in that way to You about Me is a proof that he lies; and I'll make you see it.